The Faded Quadrant

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The bread is black. It smells of ash and old blood. You stand at the center of the table, the heavy oak surface scarred by centuries of knives and spilled wine. The hall is dim, lit only by the dying embers in the hearth and the pale, sickly moonlight bleeding through the high, narrow windows. You are the Warden. You are the law. And you are starving. Eleanor sits to your left. Her hands are...

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